Arguments were the only form of communication between the two of you for the last few days now. Today was just another occurrence of that inescapable cycle.

“I can’t stand you!” You angrily hissed. Ghost frowned behind his skull balaclava at your words. He knew you were just all talk, but he found your feistiness entertaining nonetheless. “Sit down then.” Motioning downwards towards his lap, His eyes felt as if they were penetrating your very soul. His tone of voice deceptively gruff.